I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.
The Gods gaνe men two gifts to entertain ourselνes before we die, the thrill of fucking a woman who wants to be fucked and the thrill of killing a man who wants to kill you.
The joy. It comes around rarely. So rarely we forget it can happen…
... splendor is something in the heart.
Anything becomes a pleasure if one does it too often.
... you told me that real pleasure
Don't mean nothing without pain